Dungeon Crawling (Day 2)

[Zemalac]

Zem opened his eyes a crack at the sound of Mavryk's voice. Godsdamn...was it really morning already? Idly he wondered if the cleric would be fooled into thinking it was still night by a cloud of magical darkness. Perhaps then Zem could get some more sleep. An idea that probably wouldn't work, but he liked it. Zem resolved to learn the applicable spell as soon as possible.

He sat up on the bed and set about checking his belongings. The gold was safely stowed in its various hiding places, the daggers still in his sleeve and belt, the amulet around his neck, renewed magic burning in his mind and the wand in its sheath on the side of his small pack. The crossbow and spear leaned against the wall, and he took a moment to make sure nothing had happened to them overnight.

Everything accounted for. Good. He looked distastefully at the rain lashing the windows and wished that he had remembered to bring something more waterproof. Too late now.

 

[Larenxis]

(Haha! You all want it to be morning and then wish you could sleep more, I love it.)

 

[Zemalac]

(Well, it is in character.)

 

[Saskwach]

Semong rolled out of bed with a clear reluctance. His reluctance extended to his feet, though, which failed to swing out in time to break his fall. With a yelp and a thud Semong struck the floor. He quickly pushed himself up and became infused with an energy and nonchalance that seemed wholly forced.
"Right, where to now? I hope things go a little smoother from now on; that last dust-up was good enough for me."

 

[Zemalac]

"I believe we're headed into the catacombs today," Zem said. "Shouldn't be too strenuous. Just a brisk walk through some corridors, find the shard, and head back to civilization." He smiled, a smile with an edge to it. "And if anything does get in the way, I'm sure we can deal with it."

 

[Larenxis]

Mavryck's lips curled into an odd shape, and you weren't particularly sure you liked it. "Yes, just a brisk walk. I'm sure that's all." He looked around a little and said, "Gather your things, and I'll lead you there."

 

[Blayze]

Returning from Pelor-knows-where, Luja managed to miss the resident psychopath's sneer. He began the short process of preparing himself... for adventure!

 

[Saskwach]

Semong sidled up to Zem as the group broke camp.
"Zem, I don't trust this guy; he's too happy. The last mysterious stranger I knew who smiled that much nearly cut off my thumbs. I tell you, if it hadn't been for my guitar..."

 

[Zemalac]

Zem grinned at Semong. "So your guitar saved you from having your thumbs cut off?" he asked. "Interesting. You'll have to tell me about that some day." He glanced at Mavryk and lowered his voice. "I wouldn't worry too much about our scar-faced friend," he murmured. "I sincerely doubt that he's steel-proof, and if our merry band has nothing else we have blades to spare. Nobody trusts him, so if he even looks at anyone oddly his back is going to sprout knives." He slung his crossbow over his shoulder and hefted his spear meaningfully. "We'll have to kill him anyway when we get to the shard, but for now...it seems he knows his way around the place. We have a guide for our underground stroll, a guide we simply pay with steel at the end of the trip." He smiled. "Wonderful how things work out like that, isn't it?"

 

[Larenxis]

(I'm rather used to playing games where the players take the lead, but it looks like you folks would prefer a more linear experience where the NPCs make all the choices, so I guess I'll indulge.)

The party all gathered their things and prepared for the exploration they were to set out on. Mavryck led them into the rain, the world around them transposed onto vertically lined paper, and their shoulders sunk a bit to be out of the warmth of the barracks. They passed under arches and over bridges, the city exposing itself as a labyrinth. They were a little wary around vines, of which there were plenty. And finally they came to a small stone building and Harvester entered, lighting a candelabra inside. It was empty but for a staircase in the floor, the lit up as the fire spread along a oiled chain. "Here we are gentlemen," Mavryck said, his voice cutting through the miasma. If your alignment isn't evil, you have a very bad feeling about this.

 

[Zemalac]

(I'm rather used to playing games where the players take the lead, but it looks like you folks would prefer a more linear experience where the NPCs make all the choices, so I guess I'll indulge.)

Hey, I was just waiting for other people to post. I didn't think it would be polite to run the entire story myself.

IC:

"Lovely place," Zem said. "Very...atmospheric." He turned to the others. "So then, who wants the honor of being first? Anyone?"

Hopefully some poor fool would volunteer to spring any traps for him. It was worth a shot.

 

[Blayze]

Luja sighed.

"Looks like this is where I make myself useful."

OOC: Is it just Spot for looking for traps? Cause I'd rather not die horribly.

 

[Larenxis]

(You're going to hate me for this, but who's the party's rogue again?)

 

[Blayze]

OOC: That would be me. Rogue 3/Sorcerer 1, a minor assortment of less-than-deadly spells.

 

[Larenxis]

(Yeah, I was thinking 'but Luja casts spells...' but yes, you will need to Search, my friend.)

 

[Zemalac]

"Well then, shall we proceed?" Zem asked, motioning Luja forward. He grinned. "If you get killed shout out, will you?"

 

[Blayze]

OOC: Sadly, I have encountered reasonable amounts of failure in the vicinity of my computer and I can't get at the files to recover the .pdf with all of Luja's stats and skills. Damn.

...I was going to say "I'll just roll a dice for now (For Search) and you can assume whether or not it works, Larenxis... but I just rolled a natural twenty, so that's a moot point for now.

 

[Larenxis]

Congratulations. You find a Portcullis Trap.

 

[Blayze]

OOC: Hmm. Is it Disarm Device to analyse a trap, as well as to actually attempt to disarm/block it? Also, what exactly does the trap and the surrounding area look like?

Luja examines the trap - carefully, and definitely without touching anything or going anywhere near anything that might be a trigger of any sort - as much as he can.

 

[Zemalac]

"Have you found anything?" Zem called impatiently, peering into the darkness of the stairwell.